Filthy Beautiful Lies (Filthy Beautiful Lies 1)
Page 27I feel like a fucking fool for waiting. I’d assumed all these weeks, ever since I brought home the bottle of oil that she thought was lubricant, that she wouldn’t welcome my touch. I’m not some sick, sadistic Dom that gets off on the thought of forcing a woman to submit. Knowing she wants this every bit as much as me changes everything. Well, almost everything. She is still a virgin, and I’m still… I push the thought away. I will deal with my past later. Nothing will spoil this moment with a wet, naked and willing Sophie in my arms.
Her eyes are wild, uninhibited like I’ve never seen before. I fucking love it. Her movements grow urgent. Desperate. Uneven breaths push past her lips. She’s rubbing her clit in tiny circles, making me ache to take over, when all of a sudden her movements still and she releases a frustrated sigh.
My heartbeat slams to a stop. "What’s wrong?"
"I can’t come without my vibrator," she whispers, her voice a hoarse plea and her mouth turned down in a pout.
The hell she can’t. The alpha male inside me perks up his ears and beats on his chest. Suddenly watching her unravel is the only thing on my mind. "I’ve got you, sweetness." She’ll come so hard she’ll forget her own damn name.
She shakes her head. "I’ve tried…I get close, but…"
I meet her eyes. I don’t need some damn toy to get her off, but if the safety net of a toy is more comfortable than having me touch her I have no problem going to retrieve it. "Where is it?"
"At home. I don’t have it here."
Well that settles that. "You’re telling me that you’ve never had an orgasm either on your own or with a partner?"
"There was only one partner before you and…" her voice trembles.
"How in the fuck did you learn to suck cock like that?"
Her cheeks grow rosy and she looks down at the marble floor between our bare feet.
"Answer me, sweetness." I tilt her chin up to mine.
Her eyelashes flutter against her cheeks as she struggles to make eye contact. "I might have watched a few porn videos before the auction, just to be sure I knew how."
Holy shit. Trained by porn stars, yet as pure and sweet as they come. I can’t escape the growl of satisfaction that murmurs from my throat.
She bites down on her plump lower lip, causing my erection to strain as I imagine her mouth around my cock, and the feeling of the gentle tug of her teeth against my skin.
"Just relax and breathe for me, okay?"
She nods, her shoulders dropping just slightly as she inhales. "I’ve never…I’ve been close a few times. I think."
"Do you trust me?" I ask.
I can tell she means it and I like that. A fuck of a lot.
"Just relax and let me make you feel good, okay?" She’d probably put so much damn pressure on herself, or worse, listened to some asshole ex who didn’t know the clitoris from the g-spot and had psyched herself out. I had to believe there wasn’t anything wrong with her anatomy. The trick would be to get her brain to quiet down so that her body could just relax and enjoy.
She draws another deep breath and some of the tension in her posture falls away.
"Can I touch you?" I whisper against the skin at her neck.
She nods enthusiastically. "God, yes."
I swallow the heavy lump in my throat. I’m scared that if I start touching her, I won’t have the restraint to stop. But unable to keep myself from taking what I want, I slide my hand down her belly, finding her center slick and wet. It sends a jolt of desire straight to my dick, which leaps enthusiastically against her belly.
With my thumb pressing firmly over her clit, my index finger slides against her tight opening and I feel her flinch. I want to penetrate her so badly I can taste it.
Sophie grips me at the same time I begin rubbing the outside of her opening, teasing her. She moves her hand up and down my shaft. Her tight grip is almost too much for me to handle. I’ve craved her touch for so long, it won’t take me long to come undone.
"Easy baby, go slow," I remind her. I want to draw this out, and I won’t last long if she keeps pumping my cock like that.
Locking one arm around her waist, I continue my assault. My mouth moves to her breasts and I lick one nipple and then the other.
I press my finger forward. She’s slippery and soaking wet, and even though she’s as tight as a glove, my finger slides in easily. A ragged moan tangles in her throat and my lips crash down on hers.
I drag my finger in and out of her molten heat and feel her flex around my knuckle. "You want me to fuck this tight little opening?" Her groan of desperation is too much. I can’t even let myself think about how good she’ll feel around my cock, or I’ll come too fast and embarrass myself.
She inhales sharply and watches me while I slowly but carefully add a second finger. Her body grips me and her eyes slip closed as a little whimper falls from her mouth.
I curl my fingers upward and press down on her clit. She cries out, her body quaking in my arms as she comes. The sight of her coming on my hand pushes me over the edge, and a hot stream of semen spurts to the tile floor between us, marking Sophie’s belly in the process. I growl out my release, burying my face in her neck and biting down softly to keep from moaning.
"Fuck."
When I look up, she’s smiling at me. Her blue eyes dance on mine and her face is pink. She looks happy – completely and utterly happy and satisfied. Even though I love it, it makes me feel like an even bigger ass for denying her touch for so long. My mouth captures hers again and I kiss her hungrily, taking my time to explore every inch of her tongue with mine.
Once we both come down from the high of our climaxes, I realize the water has cooled around us. I crank up the hot water and wash Sophie’s supple skin using a bottle of body wash from the shelf. She relaxes into my touch, letting me rub her shoulders, down her back and even between her legs. Her eyes find mine and we share a silent understanding. Even though our circumstances are anything but normal, I can tell this is our new normal. It’s what we’re both choosing. It scares me to think how compatible we are.